I'm up early as usual and in my recliner I can hear grampa in our room getting up. It takes him longer now to do everything - we are both so slow.
He gets up every morning and makes his breakfast. He makes me a cup of coffee first and then he fries his bacon and eggs and this happens every morning. I started out I was going to write old stories but here I go telling you about now! But here is my answer to everything: we are old and who cares anyway!
Grampa has this project going: it started out to be a birdhouse for Lori but she said no way is this going outside! It looks like our house (like the old school house) right down to the old wood shingles. Its taking a long time. But you know what? It keeps him busy and Lori says no way is this going outside so now she has to find a place for it.
I'm going over to my sisters right now and maybe, just maybe, I will remember to ask her more about the washtub since she is a little older and really her memory is better than mine. Enough Dee. Love you.